Marrying well is a quaint, antiquated phrase usually referring to the wealth of the partner. But despite Fred's tremendous - and so very obvious - lack of wealth, I think I married well.
You see, I married a man who worked in a canning factory in the summers of his youth. A man who knows his way around sharp knives.
A man who every year, without complaint or coaxing, helps get the vegetables ready for the chili sauce.
That's marrying well. At our house, anyway.
6 comments:
You are so right!!!
Agree with you on the marrying well thing. Even though I always tease my DH that is God forbid anything ever happens I married for love the first time but the second time I'm going for the cash!
Marrying well...good for you. Often women want to marry doctors. Well, after spending $1,500 last week on my car, I'll take a mechanic, thank you. I work with doctors all day...hmmm...still, no thank you.
BRAVA!!
I married well, too! Over the past few weeks, Bob and I have stood shoulder to shoulder in the kitchen several times, preparing either tomatoes for sauce or apples for (frozen) pie filling.
OT: I might just show up at knit group some Thursday, about a month from now! Whoo-hoo!
Ah yes, you DID marry well. My husband talks about canning. But he is a good cook! :-)
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